"What exactly is going on?"
At that moment, the son Deathstroke had just mentioned—a blond man with a perky American ass—was sitting by the roadside at the Outpost, looking up at the sky.
The colony S.H.I.E.L.D. had found was originally a fairly decent habitable planet. There were few hostile native beasts, ready underground water resources, and an oxygen content in the air similar to Earth's.
Everything had originally been going well. Under Black Egg's overall coordination and Tony's guidance, construction at the Outpost had progressed smoothly.
But a few days ago, Steve had fallen into a nightmare he could not wake from. Later, everyone had fallen into that nightmare. Although they had indeed woken up afterward, no one explained what had happened. It had simply ended without any beginning or conclusion.
And that was not all. About an hour earlier, he had discovered something else.
Whenever he looked up at the sky, he could see countless colored streaks of light appearing in space. They writhed like worms, seemingly swimming into the distance.
It was not his own hallucination. Everyone could see them, which was why the Avengers had all gone to a meeting to discuss where this change had come from.
As for why he had not gone to the meeting, Steve knew his own limits.
If it was a matter of organizing a strike team to deal with enemies and clash with opponents on the battlefield, he would never back down.
But a group of scientists holding a meeting to study astronomical phenomena, analyze planetary magnetic fields, and all sorts of other things—what would he even do there? He would not understand a thing even if he sat in.
So he might as well come out to look at the stars with Bucky, who was equally "uneducated," while the